Am I normal? My dad has always doubted me being normal. He thinks I always remain in dream land and always keep fantasizing. Now I also have started thinking that I may not be normal. After all no normal person would have so many things lined up for herself. “So many things”? Well, yes. Masters in Sociology, Psychology then Human Right later on a PhD who knows? Then learn salsa, swimming, theatre, join civil defense workshop for disaster management.
Join United Nations someday even if that means working for a year with them on a contractual basis for 20K a month. But want to work with them. No matter what.
Also want to own a big farm land and have as many animals as possible as pet, starting from dogs, cats, monkeys, snakes, cows, deer, rabbits, birds, elephants, horses, panda, beers and a tigers too.
I don’t mind living in the zoo with the animals. And I also don’t mind if someone taught me veterinary science. That would be my 2nd dream job after UN.
Now you guys know for sure that my dad calls me abnormal for a reason.

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4 thoughts on “fAr frOm beInG NoRmAl

  1. You’re definitely NOT normal 🙂
    -“normal” people live a life which is best described as “normal”. They study,get a job, get married,have kids and then retire.sometimes learning is NOT even on the agenda!
    -u aspire to live better, that aint normal:)
    -u aspire to help others, which is of the beaten track as well:))
    -u want to be u, not at all normal

    that all sums up to pretty abnormal ! Man , do need some help;)

    :))

    –monica

  2. You’re definitely NOT normal 🙂
    -“normal” people live a life which is best described as “normal”. They study,get a job, get married,have kids and then retire.sometimes learning is NOT even on the agenda!
    -u aspire to live better, that aint normal:)
    -u aspire to help others, which is of the beaten track as well:))
    -u want to be u, not at all normal

    that all sums up to pretty abnormal ! Man , do u need some help;) or what???/

    :))

    –monica

  3. Thank God you are not normal.

    Normal is boring. Normal is the general hum of mediocrity in the background.

    Normal is when you don’t really have the guts to stand up and be counted. Where your soul is just a vestigial organ.

    Normal is death. The killing field of art. The stifling of anything that is human.

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